Storyofmylife
The watchful protector.
Cold bed.
There comes a time when loneliness turns into longing, and that cold side of the bed you dread to slide your leg towards makes you wish nothing more than it was warm. Warm, and occupied with someone you love dearly, someone you’re thinking of right now. Who is she/he? Their name escapes your lips silently as you lie in bed, tears rolling down your face, wishing nothing more than to make them yours.
Dying on the inside, wishing, hoping, and praying that they’ll give you a chance. Alas, it never happens… you’re nothing more than “cute” to them or “such a good friend”. We’ve all been there, but the question still remains… how long will the agony last? How long can one’s heart remain broken before it ****ters into nothingness.
Then the once bright and happy being turns into a dark and bitter shell, losing all hope for love. Giving up even… all because the other side of the bed continues to get colder, and emptier, and lonelier.
There comes a time when loneliness turns into longing, and that cold side of the bed you dread to slide your leg towards makes you wish nothing more than it was warm. Warm, and occupied with someone you love dearly, someone you’re thinking of right now. Who is she/he? Their name escapes your lips silently as you lie in bed, tears rolling down your face, wishing nothing more than to make them yours.
Dying on the inside, wishing, hoping, and praying that they’ll give you a chance. Alas, it never happens… you’re nothing more than “cute” to them or “such a good friend”. We’ve all been there, but the question still remains… how long will the agony last? How long can one’s heart remain broken before it ****ters into nothingness.
Then the once bright and happy being turns into a dark and bitter shell, losing all hope for love. Giving up even… all because the other side of the bed continues to get colder, and emptier, and lonelier.